Transfixed, I watch the worlds
In your eyes transform
From blue to brown to green
From sea to ground to tree.
Framed in wisps of orange flame
Your face alights, your cheeks glow bright
I sing a song about your name:
“Aim far, aim high
Aim star, aim sky
Aim you, aim me
I’m you. You’re me.
Aimee…”
My darling daughter
You are my Sun
And around you, I’ll revolve
Eternally turning –
A maternal merry-go-round
On your playground
Of seas and trees and ground.